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    1. The Shade is a Tool, a Device, a Savior

      by , 02-06-2019 at 01:01 AM (Re-entry: The Atmosphere)
      I asked my subconscious to let me meet the devil in the other night's nightmare. I wanted to make amends and understand more. Maybe I didn't really want to, but I ended up dreaming this instead.


      It was a warm, bright summer day. I stood on the top of a hill under the shade of tropical trees. I overlooked an empty beach with several small islands the size of basketball courts nearby in the gorgeously clear water. The one closest to the beach looked to be in the shape of a sea horse. It almost seemed man made, as it was translucent. The water surrounding it looked sectioned off by plexiglass. Live sea horses were being raised in square sections. The other islands looked natural, untouched by human hands.

      The beach curved to my right and I saw a restaurant made from a brown, two story house. I ducked out from my cover and ran for the building. The sun was so bright and hot if I stayed in it for too long, my skin would burn. I wanted sunscreen, because I wanted so badly to go swimming in the crystal clear water. Dashing inside the restaurant, my eyes took a second to adjust to the dim interior.

      I didn't see a single soul. The tables and booths in the main dining area were all empty. The staircase to my right lead to the second floor indoor balcony that was also empty. Behind the bar counter I finally found someone. A nerdy high school girl greeted me. She seemed to be the only one working. I didn't see any sun screen (or anything other than food and drink), disappointingly. I picked up a menu and began looking through. I saw a picture of what looked like a pizza rolled into a giant burrito, but I didn't know what you would call it. The girl kept talking on and on about how her school runs this restaurant and how they're doing a terrible job at it. Without me uttering a word, she answered the question I was thinking.

      "That's called a hoagie, I think."

      "Oh, thanks..." I muttered.
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      non-lucid
    2. The Devil Wants Me

      by , 02-05-2019 at 01:17 AM (Re-entry: The Atmosphere)
      I dreamed of the apocalypse again.

      I was over at my ex's parent's house. It was this big, lush mansion with tall ceilings, red velvet carpet and white walls with pillars in the corner. I heard something that caught my attention. I can't remember if it was over a radio or TV, but some weather channel was calling for very extreme and sudden weather. So much so that word spread like wild fire. People were running on foot, cars were end to end. I jumped in my car and sped off down the driveway and made my way into the city as quickly as I could.

      I felt very late to the party. The stores had mostly been cleaned out of supplies. Shelves were empty and bare with the exception of a few plastic packages of mini-weenies. I grabbed them and headed to the counter. No one was there so I opted to just leave instead.

      Many people were running frantically in all directions. As I stepped outside, I heard a telepathic message broadcasted into everyone's mind. Everyone froze, rooted where they stood in pure fear. The demonic voice said "This is the end of everything you know. I'm coming after you especially, James." (My names not James, but I know it was meant for me.) I looked up and saw bolts of electricity spark from a small point high up near the glass of a tall building. A human sized red devil with the bottom half of a goat and tall horns on his head spawned.

      People began screaming in terror, some cowering in the fetal position on the ground, some tried running. The devil spawned large trucks and bulldozers, driving at very high speeds. He sent them in different directions, crushing anyone in their path. One came speeding down the road towards me, but I side stepped it and felt nothing but the gust of wind it carried behind.

      The wave of vehicles ended. I took off running, but then small storms began spawning at head level. They were no more than 8ft by 8ft big, but I knew I would die if I got too close to one. I saw a small thunderstorm and a small tornado blocking my path. I carefully moved around them and kept running, knowing I was being watched.

      I made it to my friend's house nearby. He was in the basement having a panic attack. I knew I was being followed so I frantically tried looking for an escape from this hideout. Looking out the basement window, I saw the devil no less than 15ft from the house, charging full tilt, pitch fork in hand. He slams into the chimney viciously and relentlessly breaking apart the brick with the pitchfork. He had a very evil smile across his face.

      I knew this was it. There was no escaping. I did the only thing I could think of with my last remaining moments. I turned to my friend and began to console him. I told him everything was going to be alright. No matter how futile it all seemed right now, no matter how wrong it was, I hugged him and continually consoled him.

      I woke up.


      I've dreamed of devils before, and they have to be one of the few but worst kind of nightmares I have recently. They're these unstoppable forces of death and destruction that kill everyone around me and follow me until they get to kill me and drag me to hell with them. I'm not religious in the slightest. I should get lucid and fight one. Devil dreams don't happen often, but they always leave me feeling shaken.
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      non-lucid , nightmare
    3. Incredibly Detailed Piece of Prime Rib

      by , 01-28-2019 at 01:02 AM (Re-entry: The Atmosphere)
      Yesterday I finally found some of the empty capsules I've been wanting for my Calea Zacatechichi. I've been smoking it off and on for the past few weeks with less than satisfying results. Last night I packed two capsules with ~0.5g of plant material each and took them 30 minutes before hitting the sack. The results were tangible this time around.

      I dreamed of being at my old restaurant job which had closed IRL. Stood in line for a while; the place was surprisingly busy. Walking up to the counter I was greeted by four very new, young and inexperienced staff. I ordered my favorite - prime rib. As they laid the meat on the grill in front of me, I could see the meat fibers and bloody texture of each piece, hear the mean sizzle, and the unenthusiastic question of what kind of bread I wanted with it.

      I didn't get a chance to eat it. I walked outside to see jawbreakers the size of basketballs had just rained down while I was inside, oblivious. Most of the unreasonably sized candies were still intact, but a few had shattered and lay in large chunks on the side of the road.

      I woke, turned over, and went right back to sleep without being able to DEILD.
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      I dreamed of being in a large two story house. Someone was in a military tank on the street outside. It was ridiculously big, taking up the entire width of the road. The driver/operator was someone I knew and tolerated. (I wouldn't go so far as to consider them a friend) We played a friendly game of whack-a-mole. I ran from window to window, poking my head out and tossing a pebble at the tank. As quickly as he could, he would spin the barrel of the tank around and fire a blank shell into the window. Some of the shots actually damaged the house, but it didn't matter to much to me. It wasn't my house and he never got me.

      After a while, I became bored and went outside and got in the tank. We went for a cruise, driving recklessly fast through the streets and eventually over a shoreline and into a lake. The tank sped over the water with ease, deftly maneuvering around boats minding their own business. We shot down narrow channels and eventually things ended up looking more and more like the poor graphics of an old video game.

      The dream faded and then reformed.

      We pulled up to a warehouse and got out. My 'friend' and I walked inside and found one of his friends. They pulled out some airsoft guns and began shooting at a homemade range rather recklessly. They made cheesy moves and moved in front of each other as if they didn't care about being shot. I stayed back and considered leaving without telling them.
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      What I noticed about last night was the dreams seemed to be non-stop. There was no feelings of space in between the dreams, and the level of realism was pretty different than my usual night of dreams. I didn't wake up feeling exhausted like I've heard some people describe, but I wasn't the most rested I've ever been. Maybe I'll try again tonight but have more.

      Updated 01-28-2019 at 01:43 AM by 10146

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      non-lucid
    4. Mansion Yard Pursuit

      by , 01-26-2019 at 07:30 PM (Re-entry: The Atmosphere)
      It seems I struggle with recall on my days off, as I tend to take advantage of sleeping in. Good thing my days off are few and far between I suppose.

      I dreamed of being in a corn field in the front yard of a mansion. The surrounding landscape was very similar to my friend's property. A long gravel driveway split the corn field in two before continuing into the thick, surrounding woods.

      I walked through the field, pushing the towering sandy brown stalks aside as I went. I heard a commotion coming from behind me at the front of the mansion. Someone shouting, an engine starting and a motorcycle taking off down the gravel. I sprinted back to the clearing. A truck sped past me before I broke through the last bit of corn. It was my friends in pursuit of the motorcycle. I ran as fast as I could down the driveway, hoping to catch up to the truck and grab on, but I wasn't fast enough.

      By the time I got to where the driveway intersected the road, I saw both the truck and motorcycle had stopped. A group of about 15 people dressed in black wearing scarves over their mouths stood motionless, watching us. My friends got out of the truck. I pulled out my knife in anticipation of a fight. They began approaching in a slow, threatening manner. But after a few seconds, seemingly out of nowhere, everything changed. The group of people took off their masks and started laughing and joking light heartedly. My friends relaxed and all exchanged handshakes and hugs. The tenseness had entirely collapsed and all returned to a friendly atmosphere. At first I was very confused, but everything felt right. I put away my knife and joined.


      Interesting how this dream just changed so quickly.
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      non-lucid
    5. Trading My Life for a New One

      by , 01-26-2019 at 12:19 AM (Re-entry: The Atmosphere)
      This is the first time I remember multiple dreams being in the same general location in one night. And it was an absolutely beautiful one at that.


      I dreamed of being in a very small town nestled onto the edge of a large body of water. It could have been the ocean, but the water was too calm. The dream had a very light blue and white color scheme, like it was a snowless winter that wasn't too cold. Surrounding the little village were green rolling hills and small mountains; it felt like I was in a very northern part of the world.

      I felt like a child. I followed my friend down cobblestone streets past buildings made of wood and brick. We snuck around the corner and into an inn. My eyes adjusted to the dim indoor lighting as my friend ran around the front counter. He stuck his head out and motioned for me to follow. We went into an unmarked room that looked like it was mostly used for storage. The only light coming through was from a wide window; you could see particles of dust hanging lazily above boxes and tools. A man in his 20's sat with his back turned to us.

      My friend approached him without hesitation. They talked in hushed voices for a moment. My friend looked up at me and said

      "Do you want to come with me? He said you can."

      I was speechless. I didn't know what to do. I was being offered a completely new life. I would no longer be the person I am now. I would leave this place and never come back. I would BE someone different. I hesitated. The dream ended and I woke.
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      I dreamed of being at a staggered set of short wooden docks that jutted out over the body of water at the edge of the small town. I had with me a DJI Mavic drone. I tried over and over to set it down on different parts of the dock to give it a stable and secure platform from which to take off. I wasn't able to find one. Upon picking up the drone for the last time, I looked a little more closely at its plastic body. There were dings and chips like it had been crashed multiple times. The drone still worked perfectly, however.
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      I dreamed of being at a home I owned about couple miles away from the small town. Surrounding the house was a field of cat tails and light blue water. Snow powdered the ground. Walking through the dim inside of my house, I found my drone and wanted to try launching it again. I walked outside to find a friend (in the dream I knew her, but she was just a DC). She approached me and asked why I was living so far away from everyone. As I set the drone on the ground and prepped it for flight, I thought my answer through. I said,

      "You know, I think it's really peaceful out here. I really enjoy this solitude. And it's so beautiful..."

      The drone failed to take off. The motors sputtered briefly before stopping. My perspective, however, began rising up high, giving me a birds eye view of my house and the surrounding land. I saw the field of cat tails and water encircling my small house, the dirt trail winding down the rolling hills eventually leading back to the town, and nothing else but pure nature. I was in love with this place. My vision kept rising until we looked like nothing more than a couple of ants. The dream ended.
      Categories
      non-lucid , memorable
    6. Reliving the Household War

      by , 01-25-2019 at 04:40 AM (Re-entry: The Atmosphere)
      I'll be brief with this one, as it's very reminiscent of my childhood. I grew up with an abusive stepdad.

      I dreamed of being back in my old house, only I'm as old as I am now. I was living with my mom and stepdad. My stepdad frequently became irrationally angry and out of the blue would scream and harass me. There was a part of the dream where he grabbed me by my shirt and shook me violently. The entire time I was very distressed and would scream back until my voice would go hoarse. What was interesting to me is that any time I would defend myself from him, he would flinch as if he knew I had the power to end his tantrums if I ever put my foot down. He very much reminded me of a child that didn't get their way and was acting out.

      For a portion of the dream, I was playing against him in some strange video game. I would beat him so badly and wouldn't give him a chance to recover, and this continued until I became bored of the game and left. After that he didn't talk to me much. When I woke up, I realized I had only been asleep for a few hours. It's strange for me to have a dream so vivid and intense during my first REM period. I asked my subconscious to help me resolve these feelings I have left over from my childhood, and I fell back asleep.
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      I dreamed of driving to New York City with my mother. She was driving while I rode shotgun. We passed sky scrapers and made our way to the heart of the city. I jumped out of the car when I saw very wide white sets of stairs leading up to a white building. Inside were camp counselor friends of mine. Some I decided not to talk to, but one in particular, Austin, I was so elated to see again. I gave him a huge hug and we started catching up.

      The room was kind of small. There were white plastic tables arranged in a square. In the center was a pool of water. I was already wearing my swimsuit; mid conversation and without notice, I jumped over the tables and cannon-balled into the water. I sunk rather far down and assumed I was close to the bottom. I kicked my feet out to push myself back towards the surface, but the bottom was farther than I expected. I didn't have enough of a lungful, and accidentally breathed in while I was still a couple feet from surfacing. Even though I was underwater, I could feel air going into my lungs. That startled me enough to wake me.
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      non-lucid
    7. Another Boardwalk

      by , 01-20-2019 at 05:19 PM (Re-entry: The Atmosphere)
      I stayed up late last night, wandering outside in the snowstorm capturing video. I usually have a tough time remembering my dreams when I stay up particularly late. I woke up with the sensation that I had a very interesting and vivid dream, but can't for the life of my remember any of it. I only remember this one:

      I dreamed of walking on a boardwalk, a dream area I've been before. I found a super sized claw machine and played a couple games. I watched the claw drop onto a plastic orb looking thing and weakly close around it, letting the orb slip right through. It was as to be expected. Claw machines are ripoffs.


      When I become lucid, my go-to has usually been to practice dream control. Walking on water, flying, doing something fantastic I would never be able to do in waking life. Last night I made it a goal to, instead, practice increasing my level of lucidity and the overall clarity and length of the dream.

      Updated 01-20-2019 at 05:24 PM by 10146

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      non-lucid
    8. Afloat on the Town's Water

      by , 01-18-2019 at 03:55 PM (Re-entry: The Atmosphere)
      I wish I could have remembered more from last night. I know I dreamed intensely, but recall becomes strange when I wake up frequently.

      I dreamed of a town that had merged itself with a nearby lake. The crystal clear, blue water filled the streets intentionally. Cars were adapted to float and travel on the surface. The buildings stretched several stories up. In the center was wide open water where waves could grow and rock the surface. This was such an incredibly vivid and surreal scene. I was in a large speedboat. With me I had a child and a kitten. I had to get the kitten into a small cage to make sure it wouldn't go somewhere it shouldn't and get hurt. We had just came from a street and made it out onto open water. I told the child to hold the steering wheel until I could manage the kitten situation. When finished and looked up, a sizeable wave was about to hit us from the side. I quickly grabbed the wheel and whipped the boat around to hit it head on so we wouldn't capsize. Being tossed around in the air like that was kind of fun. To my right I saw an approaching police boat, but they didn't seem too concerned. More curious than anything.
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      non-lucid
    9. Andy Samberg the Mars Murderer

      by , 01-16-2019 at 12:25 AM (Re-entry: The Atmosphere)
      Very rarely will I dream of being on planets other than Earth. Last night I dreamt of landing on a very nicely terraformed version of Mars. The trees and vegetation was strikingly similar to Earth, but the sky had a unique yellow hue, and grass seemed a bit of a sandy color.

      I stepped out of a space ship with 3 other people, noticing a house and a few sheds next to a barren field and patch of woods. We were all wearing high-tech space suits. Our mission was to regain contact with a farming settlement that had a broken communication system. Andy Samberg was one of one of people on my team.

      We split up and began walking the property; we couldn't find a single soul. No life seemed to be coming from the house or any of the buildings. Walking around back, we found the door leading down to the basement open. Peering into the darkness, I had the feeling that it led into a deep formation of catacombs. I wasn't sure I was ready to go that far yet.

      I heard Andy Samberg start yelling, "Alien! Alien! Oh god I got him!" I then heard gunshots coming from the other side of the house. Everyone rushed over to him to find that he had, in his great ignorance, shot and killed an old man who had come to greet us. We were all speechless and serious with the exception of the smug "oops" grin Andy Samberg typically has. Just then, a large rover the size of a monster truck pulls up to the property, and the remaining settlers we were looking for came out and greeted us. They quickly realized what had happened, luckily knowing it was only the fault of Andy Samberg. We tied him up and continued on with the mission, unanimously deciding that later we would decide what to do with him.


      I mean, I'm not a huge fan of Andy Samberg as an actor.
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      non-lucid
    10. Biting Ants

      by , 01-12-2019 at 01:12 AM (Re-entry: The Atmosphere)
      I dreamed of helping preparre for a summer BBQ party. I had to run down to the basement of a house I had lived in a long time ago. I walked across the carpeted concrete floor barefoot. I had grabbed a bag of red plastic cups when I felt a stinging sensation in my toes. I looked down to see the floor crawling with ants. A few looked to be fused together, latched onto one of my toes and continually chomping down. I tried over and over to shake them off to no avail.

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      I was in the dairy section of a grocery store. In this dream, for some reason I had a 5 year old daughter I was looking after. I remember keeping a close eye on her as she browsed the items on the shelves and in the coolers. She came upon a rack that was filled with colorful pool noodles, and she seemed fascinated. For the first time in a long time, I thought to do a reality check in my dream. I held my nose and inhaled, breathing in a full lungful of air. I was able to consciously think to myself that I was indeed in a dream, but everything was so blurry and faded I couldn't hold onto any small bit of lucidity. I soon lost what little focus I had and the dream soon ended.

      This is a step in the right direction; I'm noticing my efforts paying off and it hasn't been a full two weeks yet! I have no intention of slowing down, so hopefully it's only a matter of time before I'm fully lucid regularly.
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      lucid , non-lucid
    11. Late for the Bus // FA's a result of the SSILD method?

      by , 01-10-2019 at 02:18 AM (Re-entry: The Atmosphere)
      For the first time last night, I attempted the SSILD method. I'm struggling to find the original thread and author, but the description of it intrigued me enough to give it a shot.

      I dreamed of getting ready for the bus at my old house I lived in through high school. The sky was still dark; it was in the early hours of the morning. I had just ate breakfast and was getting my coat on as I heard the tell-tale squeal of noisy bus brakes outside my front door. I hadn't brushed my teeth yet and I was sure as hell not going to leave without doing that. I opened the door and waved to signal that I was here and would be right now. I was sure they had not noticed. The bus driver released the air brakes and started rolling forward. I ran and put a small gob of toothepaste on my lip and ran outside. The bus had pulled into my neighbors driveway and was turning around. Ironically I didn't realize that was odd, because the street was a loop that took you back to the main road no matter which way you went. I woke up soon after, anyways.

      Throughout the night I had 2 or 3 false awakenings, which I find very odd. I haven't had a single one for what seems like years. At least, not that I can remember. But multiple in one night... It could have been the mental note I made to try and wake up naturally after dreaming to try and WILD or SSILD like I had read about the night before. I need to start RCing every time I wake up from now on.
      Categories
      non-lucid , false awakening
    12. One Big Family

      by , 05-03-2016 at 03:20 PM (Re-entry: The Atmosphere)
      One Big Family - T-Rex Hide n Seek - Cop in the Hall Mall

      I dreamed about being 17 or 18 and being adopted by a big family. The two adults weren't that old. They kind of reminded me of our neighbors below us, Justin and Jennifer. They were busy a lot but they weren't mean to the kids. There were about 8 kids or so. All between the ages of 5 and 16. A good amount of them were adopted just like me. I remember seeing them around the big house we were at, hanging out in different spots. I talked to each one of them individually and got to know them. I had such strong emotions in this dream. I loved and cared for all of them and they returned those feelings. I felt so accepted and welcomed.

      The dream changed. I was just coming back home from somewhere when I saw them all packing up boxes. I run into the house to see some of them just hanging out in empty rooms. No one told me we were moving, which wasn't entirely bad. I asked if there was anything else I could help pack and they said no. They pretty much had everything, save a lamp and a small table they were using.

      At our new house, everything was brighter, whiter, and with shades of blue. It was almost as if the weather was cloudy before but now it's sunny and spring like. I looked out the window and noticed we were living behind a house I had lived at before when I was younger. I started pointing this out to some of my siblings and they were fascinated and began asking me questions.
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      I dreamed I was running around Warther's with a buddy of mine. I can't remember if I actually knew him in real life. I don't think I did. He was guiding me down a hill and away from the main building. We hurried me through a hole in a fence and around a small pile of junk set. We knelt behind it. I asked him what we were doing but he shushed me and pointed over near the edge of the building. A T-Rex stumbled out. You could hear people scream in terror as they ran from it. My friend and I were at a safe distance and giggled at them. It was exciting.
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      I dreamed of being in a subsection of a mall. It was a room lined with couches and hallway with ascending steps grouped by 5 with a 10 foot landing in between each flight. There were doors on either side of the hallway at each landing. Each door lead to a room. In each room, someone had personalized it for different reasons. Some had set up a personal store, some set up videogames, some set up blacklight parties. At the end of the hallway at the very last door, I walked in and saw my highschool bully. He and a friend of his were smoking weed in the room. I talked with them a minute before walking back down to the main room with couches. A cop came out of nowhere and called me over. He asked me if I wanted to do something for him: to go in to multiple rooms and start causing paranoia. To start loudly saying, "Oh man, I really hope there aren't any cops coming up to this part of the mall." And walking out. I was skeptical of this, but agreed. I felt obligated. The dream ended before I could start.
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      non-lucid
    13. Ashen Trees

      by , 03-02-2016 at 10:19 PM (Re-entry: The Atmosphere)
      I dreamed many dreams last night. Seemingly after every block of REM sleep, I woke and remembered them in full detail. However, I was too lazy to crawl out of bed to write them down, which made me forget most of them.

      I had an early dream of Milli giving birth. No surprise there. No details stuck out really.

      I dreamed of being in a theater about to watch a play with Milli. The audience was only about half full. Some of the actors came on set to act out a scene but broke character to announce they didn't have enough actors. They said they needed some for a choir, some small parts, and started calling out names of their friends, asking them to come up on stage. Some people around me got up and ran up to join them. They called out for a specific acting part no one had answered to. I looked over at Milli and asked quietly, "Do you think I should? I mean, why not?" I ran back stage, got into my purple morphsuit and then ran out onto the stage to act the parts that were called for. This pleasantly surprised some of the actors, who quickly followed suit.

      I exited when my time came to leave. I quickly undressed. Milli was backstage with me. I heard them start doing the bows for each character but I didn't feel I did enough to be a part of that so I stayed out even though they had called for me. We left.

      We went through the side doors and out into the halls of a school. My mother was there. She congratulated me. We passed a couple people I hadn't seen from high school. They did as well and made strange comments about my hair. We continued down the hall, past drinking fountains, and to this glass door that lead outside.

      The clouds were looking sort of ominous but in a way that indicated a storm had just passed. I noticed there were two trees that had fallen against the building. I opened up the door and walked outside. I noticed there was something white and snow like along the leaves, branches and trunk on the top side of each tree. Upon closer inspection, it was ash. It was like lightning had struck the trees so hard they toppled over. I grabbed a tiny bit of ash between two of my fingers. It burned, so it must've happened very recently. My mom was trying to propose ideas on what could've happened but I already knew.
      Categories
      non-lucid , dream fragment
    14. Consciously Skipping Years of my Life

      by , 02-18-2016 at 04:12 PM (Re-entry: The Atmosphere)
      NOTE: My recall has increased rather quickly since I started journalling again. I dig it! 4 dreams remembered last night. I had tried to perform a WBTB without setting an alarm but I have a bladder of steel so I never woke up.

      I dreamed of skipping several years.
      I remember waking up in my dream and seeing I had two sons with Milli. They loved me so incredibly much and I loved them back even more. They were about 4 and 8. I remember my first night with them. We had all hung out and when it was time to go to bed, I stayed up late to make sure the doors were locked and I was cleaning up things that could've been potentially dangerous. The basement was somewhat messy but it was okay. There may have been a small bouncy-house there. I was trying to figure out the best way to lock the garage doors we had in the basement. I saw a blue circular sled and placed them where the doors would be but that literally did nothing. There was snow outside but it wasn't that cold.

      I then realized we actually had garage doors. I pulled them down, and tried using zipties on the moving parts up top but that didn't work at all. I twisted the handle, engaging the locking mechanism like my old garage would in the house I grew up in. For some reason there were two broken glass bottles on the steps coming up from the basement. I cleaned those up as well.
      I got upstairs and saw they were both in bed, sleeping. I wrapped my arms around Milli and couldn't stop from smiling. This was utterly fantastic.
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      I dreamed of being at camp, and Milli was showing me how to take care of campers at night. There was a Custer girl passed out on my lap; I didn't dare move a muscle. I can't remember any of the steps Milli spoke about but it was detailed and precise.
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      I dreamed of being in a car at a park. I was naked in the passenger seat. The car door was open and there were people driving by. I specifically remember a newish white SUV approaching at 15mph. I thought to myself, Oh, I should probably close the door so they don't see me. I just ended up closing it part of the way for some reason.
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      I dreamed of trying to find a bathroom. I passed by several. One had a sign that depicted female, another had a sign that was genderless. I couldn't find a male specific bathroom so I opted for the genderless. Inside, most of the stalls were taken or out of order. The floor was this bluish white tile with very small squares. As I walked futher inside, I looked and saw that most of the stalls had been destroyed. They had been knocked down with dozens of of the wall panels littering the floors.

      Beyond the five or six that were still standing/being used/out of order near the door, there was only one stall standing in the middle of the room. This lone stall was surrounded by the mess and clutter. I didn't take that stall. I walked back to the group of stalls by the door and found an open one.
      Categories
      non-lucid , dream fragment
    15. Polar Bear's Curiosity would have probably Killed Me

      by , 02-17-2016 at 04:42 PM (Re-entry: The Atmosphere)
      I dreamed of being on a small backyard beach. A friend, maybe Milli or Dan, (It was actually Dan)was sitting on on the dock, looking out at the lake. I was playing in the shallow part of the water. We saw a brown bear float by on his back, totally relaxed and non threatening. And we just observed with curiosity. And it kept floating. Eventually it was out of sight.

      Scene change. The scene actually didn't change. I was walking up towards the dock where Milli was sitting. I started telling her about what had just happened. How a Dan and I saw a bear just float on by. As I was telling the story, I saw something move out of the corner of my eye. It was a somewhat young polar bear in the shallow end where I just was. It hadn't noticed me, 25 feet away, up the bank and in the grass. I stopped talking immediately and watched for a second. I felt uncomfortable. There was a large bush I was peeking around and I felt I had enough cover to run. I knew if it saw me running it would take interest and chase me. I didn't think its intentions were entirely evil and bloodlustful, but I knew it would attack me if it got close.

      I looked over at the house right next to me. I felt I had enough of a lead to get into the fenced in backyard and into the back door safely if the bear saw me and decided to come after me. I ran. The bear took notice but I did have enough time to get past the fence's gate and into the backyard. I got in and noticed there was another layer of fences I had to pass. It was almost like a maze. The bear had caught up to me and was getting into the first set of fencing. I opened up the glass door to a partly open green house. I looked back to see if he could reach me in here or if I was isolated. My main goal was still the house.
      I ran to the back door to realize he only had about 15 feet and a left turn around the green house glass to reach me. He saw this too and started running for me as I was turning the knob. I woke but it took me a while to actually fully get myself out of the dream.
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      I dreamed I was in a McDonalds in a subway system. I was riding around a very small indoor train meant for public transportation. I didn't really know were I was and needed to get back to the main transit system so I did a couple loops and took the time to figure it out. On one of my loops (as fast as a power walk, the train took its time) I passed a child. She stuck her hand out and I gave her a high five as I passed. I continued dwn the track to hear the mother start freaking out about how dangerous that was. The general manager was agreeing with her but I knew she was just putting up with her bullshit.
      I made it out of the McDonalds, up an escalator and into a subway car. I stepped out to look at some signs to see if I was in the right place. I heard the hissing and beeping of doors closing, started to panic, ran back and got inside the car just as the doors closed. I had almost been seperated from my bags. (Camera bag and a bag that held a Ronin Gimbal) I made a sigh of relief and looked over at the younger guy across the aisle. He seemed like a trustworthy dude. He probably would have helped get my gear back to me if I had lost it.
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